All language subtitles for Monk_S08E04_Mr. Monk is Someone Else.English (CC)

[horn blaring]

["It's a Jungle Out There" playing]

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Disorder and confusion everywhere ♪

♪ No one seems to care ♪

♪ Well, I do
Hey, who's in charge here? ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Poison in the very air we breathe ♪

♪ Do you know what's in the water
That you drink? ♪

♪ Well, I do
And it's amazing ♪

♪ People think I'm crazy
'Cause I worry all the time ♪

♪ If you paid attention
You'd be worried too ♪

♪ You better pay attention
Or this world we love so much ♪

♪ Might just kill you ♪

♪ I could be wrong now ♪

♪ But I don't think so ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

[somber music playing]

[sobbing]

[sobbing]

Excuse me. Miss?

-Where you want it?
-Talk to him.

-Oh, finally.
-Hey, sport, where am I going?

Well, it's a refrigerator.
Let's try the kitchen.

All right. I was just asking.

That's another step.

-Where?
-Right there.

What… What… That?
What are you talking about?

-Yeah, it's gonna cost you.
-Cost me what?

Money, 40 bucks. It's in the contract.

-What?
-Page four.

"Any change in elevation in said residence

or place of business
shall constitute a stairway."

-"Additional delivery fees may apply."
-That's ridiculous. It's not a step.

It's a lip. It's not even a lip.
It's a demi-lip.

It's a step.
You want this refrigerator or not?

Yeah.

Forty bucks.

For the step.

Excuse me.

Natalie, he wants 40 more dollars.

What for?

The floor is uneven.

Well, that's ridiculous. It's just a lip.

That's what I said, exactly, verbatim.

Tell him no.

He's doing the stare-down.

Then stare back.
Mr. Monk, he's testing you.

Just look him in the eye and say no.

I don't think I can. I've never won
a stare-down in my life.

I'm oh for five.

Mr. Monk, this is your house, isn't it?

You can't let someone stare
you down in your own house.

It's my house. You're absolutely right.

-What's it gonna be?
-Okay, $40.

Plus 120 for the delivery.

[sighs]

Just a second.

-Plus gratuity.
-Okay.

Okay, there you go. Thank you very much.

[phone rings]

Hello.

[sniffles]

Yes.

Okay, I understand. We'll be right down.

You okay? Who was that?

It's the FBI. They want to ask you
some questions.

First off, I'd like to thank
Captain Stottlemeyer

for letting us meet here.

When we're in L.A., of course,
we'll be working out of my field office.

-Who's going to L.A.?
-Mr. Monk is, I hope.

I work for a division
of the Bureau called Team Alpha.

It's our job to identify and track

high-profile targets,
dangerous individuals.

For the last four months, we've been
following a man named Frank DePalma.

He's a contract killer, an assassin.
He's probably the best in the world.

I've never heard of him.

He's worked hard to make sure
you haven't heard of him.

He's linked to 17 murders,

ten of them here, five in Europe,
two in Asia,

and we've never been able to prove.

There's just no evidence at all.

I'm sorry. What does this have to do
with me?

Mr. DePalma arrived in Los Angeles
yesterday morning,

and at 4:35 p.m., he stepped off a curb

on Wilshire Boulevard and was hit
by a bus. He was killed instantly.

I'm sorry. What does this have to do
with me?

Here's a picture of Frank DePalma.

Oh, my God!

-Jeez Louise, look at that.
-Sweet!

I'm sorry. What does this have to do
with me?

Mr. Monk, look at him.

[Stottlemeyer] He's your twin.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-I don't see it.
-What…

Oh, my God. It's me.

That's your doppelgänger.
They say everybody's got one.

-Who says that?
-People.

And their doppelgängers.

We were there when the accident occurred.

So we kept a lid on it.
We kept the press out.

The death certificate says "John Doe,"
so officially, it never happened.

I think I see where this is going.

-Yeah, me too.
-No, you don't.

We'd like to find out who hired this man
and who his target is.

Mr. Monk, Adrian,

the FBI would like you
to go to Los Angeles

and take Frank DePalma's place,
just for a day, two at the most.

You want Mr. Monk to go undercover
as a hit man?

We'll have a wire on you.
We'll never be more than 20 yards away.

Okay, thank you very much.
Uh, we're gonna pass.

Why don't we let Adrian decide?

That's not how it works around here.
Meeting's over.

Come on, Monk, I'll walk you out.

Actually, there's another reason
you might want to reconsider.

Frank DePalma came to Los Angeles
to kill somebody.

We don't know who hired him.
We don't know who the target is.

If you don't help, they're gonna find
somebody else.

There's a life at stake here, Mr. Monk.

[upbeat music playing]

Born and raised…

829 Chambers Street.
Allston, Massachusetts.

Parents, Joseph and Helen.

He was a professional gambler.
Died when I was 14.

-Your first arrest?
-October 22nd, 1997.

Assault and battery.

I did two-and-a-half years at Joliet,

and my cellmate's name
was Barry "The Maggot" Franklin.

First contract kill?

November 13th, 1999, Key West.

Real estate billionaire Donnie Hernandez.

I blew up his yacht.
Made it look like a fuel leak.

Well, that was very impressive, Mr. Monk.

Or should I say "Mr. DePalma"?

All right, we better get you dressed.

Your friends are meeting us downstairs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You mean now?

We're already late.

Somebody's been calling looking for you.

Wait, wait, no, no, no. I can't go now.

-I'm not ready. I just started.
-You're gonna be fine.

You've got the whole file memorized.

I just forgot it.

Forgot what?

Everything about the guy.
It… It's a blank.

Hold on. Okay, I got it back.
Wait, it's gone again.

Okay, it's back.

Adrian, look, I've run dozens
of agents undercover.

At the end of the day,
it's all about attitude.

-Attitude.
-You gotta sell it.

You gotta believe
that you're Frankie DePalma.

You walk through a door,
you don't just walk through it.

You stride. You swagger.

You're at the table, you own the table.

Okay, you are the toughest son of a bitch
in the room, and everybody knows it.

Like the refrigerator delivery man.

Right.

Okay, from this moment on,

Adrian Monk, he doesn't exist.

-Whew.
-Right.

You're Frankie DePalma.

You're a killing machine.

Yeah, that's it.

[dramatic jazzy music playing]

Welcome back, Mr. DePalma.

[Disher] I'd like to meet him.

-Who's that?
-My twin, my doppelgänger.

I wonder if I could take him.

-You mean like in a fight?
-Yeah, I bet I could take him.

Man versus doppelgänger.

[Monk over radio] Team Alpha to base.

I'm approaching the room.

Okay, I'm in the room.

[door closes]

I'm looking around the room.

On my right is a wet bar,

with two bottles of vodka,

two bottles of scotch,

and assorted other liqueurs.

Above the wet bar
is some type of blackboard.

No chalk.

There are two bowls of fruit.

One real, one plastic.

Both contain grapes.

He gonna tell us everything he's doing?

Apparently.

I'm ascending three steps.

The upper platform
has an 8x3-foot hot tub.

It's steaming.

Smells heavily chlorinated.

On the hot tub are six, repeat six,

white rolled-up terrycloth towels.

Possibly Egyptian cotton.

On the south wall is a thermostat
set to 75 degrees.

I'm descending the stairs.

There's a standing lamp on my right

in front of a gray couch
with four cushions.

Two gray, two orange.
I'm touching the standing lamp.

Still touching the lamp.

Still touching.

Can't stop touching the lamp.
What's wrong with me?

There's a suitcase on the ottoman.
I am opening the suitcase.

The suitcase is open.

Wait a minute.

It's wider on the outside
than it is on the inside.

There must be a hidden…

hidden… compartment.

[knocking at door]

There's someone at the door.

I am walking toward the door.

Hello?

[woman] It's Lola.

Lola who?

[Lola] That's not funny, Frankie.
Open the door.

Okay.

How many Lolas do you know?

How many other Lolas do you need to know?

Wow, you look really nice, Frankie.

Thank you.

At this point,
most men would be commenting

on how I look, but that's cool.

You're not most men.

You're definitely one of a kind.

Not quite.

Are you feeling okay? You sound funny.

I'm okay.

Oh, my God, look at your view.
This is beautiful.

Wow, this is way nicer than mine.

I'm in 1801, in case you were wondering.

All right, you're still mad
about Barcelona,

and I don't blame you.

But, Frankie, I'm trying
to make it up to you.

I mean, I got you this job, didn't I?

I mean, you're making, like,
80 grand in two days.

I mean… I figure you and I are even.

Maybe not.

-[knocking at door]
-[man] Room service.

I didn't order room service.

Actually…

I took the liberty.

Hello. Come on in.

Champagne.

It's on the house,
compliments of Jimmy Barlowe.

Oh, well, be sure to thank
Jimmy Barlowe for me.

[pops]

Thank you.

[clears throat]

-Is there a problem, Mr. DePalma?
-No.

It's just yesterday
you seemed more appreciative.

-How appreciative was I?
-$20.

For what?

Fine.

Fine. Okay, here is 20.

Uh, you gonna give me that 50 cents back?

[clears throat]

Are you feeling okay?

Not as good as that waiter.

$20, what a racket.

Listen, this is a little embarrassing,
but maybe I'm getting old.

I forgot the name of the target.

It's okay because I didn't tell you
his name.

Can you put that gun down
and come sit with me?

[gun clatters]

Hmm. Good boy.

Actually, I don't know
this guy's name either,

but we're gonna find it out tonight.

I hope it's that waiter.

Here.

Cheers.

[sniffs, coughs]

[makes slurping sounds]

-You're not even drinking it.
-Yeah, I'm trying to cut down.

Well, I hope you're not giving up
all your vices.

-Is there a problem?
-I have a girlfriend.

You have a girlfriend?

Well, as I recall,
that's never been a problem

for you in the past.

Here's the thing.

We're sort of going steady.

Steady?

Well, I think that's sweet.

She's here.

-Here in the room?
-Yeah, no.

She's here in Los Angeles.

I mean, she could come in any minute.

She might want to kiss me too.

She's pretty. We kiss all the time.

-What was her name?
-Natalie.

Natalie Teegerb.

Teegerb?

With a "B" on the end.
It's Canadian. It's French Canadian.

Well, I'd like to meet her.

Bring her tonight.

-Oh, no, I don't…
-Oh, no, I insist.

Girl's gotta know what she's up against.
You know what I mean?

We'll be at the Victory Club
up Laurel Canyon.

-Will Jimmy be there?
-Well, that's pretty much a safe bet.

He owns the joint.

Just meet us at the bar
at around 8:00, all right?

[door closes]

Well, I guess you have a date,
Miss Teegerb.

[driving rock music]

It's so loud.

I like it. You want to dance, Frankie?

Frankie don't dance.

Neither do I.

Natalie, I can't do this.

I'm not a tough guy. Who am I fooling?

You're fooling everybody.
You're doing great.

I've been listening to you all day.

If I didn't know you,
I wouldn't even know you.

Help you?

I hope so.

Can you turn the music down just a little?

You gotta be kidding me, buddy.
This is a dance club.

-You don't like the music, take a hike.
-Okay, sorry.

-We're looking for Jimmy Barlowe.
-Never heard of him.

What about his friend Lola?

All right, if you see 'em, tell 'em
Frankie DePalma's looking for 'em.

Mr. DePalma?

I had no idea. I'm new here.

My name's Charlie.

Let me turn the music down.

[turns music down]

-[waiter] Is that okay?
-What do you think?

I could turn it off.

[music stops]

You're right. It's much better this way.

Good call.

Hey, what happened? Who turned it off?

-It was hurting my ears.
-Who the hell are you?

Whoa, that's Frankie DePalma, Jake.

Oh, hell, Frankie…
Mr. DePalma, I had no idea.

I'm really sorry.
Here, let me buy you a drink.

It won't happen again.
I'm really, really sorry.

Hey, relax. Walk it off.
Give Frankie a chance to cool down.

Same old Frankie.
I can't take you anywhere.

You must be Natalie. You're a lucky woman.

-I know I am.
-Well, enjoy it while you can.

We should get going.
Jimmy's in the back waiting.

Jimmy's in the back.

I'll take good care of him.

[mellow rock music]

That's him? Doesn't look like much.

Uncle Jimmy, I could have done this job.
I woulda done it for free.

I told you, Lenny. I needed the best.

Shut up and watch. And who knows,
maybe you might learn something.

Frankie DePalma, this is Jimmy Barlowe.

-Frankie DePalma, I hear good things.
-About me?

Yeah, of course about you,
otherwise why would I say it?

This is my nephew, Lenny.

And of course, you already know Tony G.

We haven't seen each other since Miami.

It must have been, what,
three, four years?

Sounds about right.

-So how is Fat Gordy?
-Still fat.

He got fatter.

Actually, he's thinking
about changing his name

to "Fatter Gordy."

Listen, Frankie, before you and the boss
get started,

Little Davey was my second cousin.

His family would like to, you know,
bury the kid, get a little closure.

But we only got a head and one leg.
We can't find the rest of him.

-Maybe you could help us out, you know?
-I'll think about it.

-Whoa, what are you doing?
-Your tie… is crooked.

Okay, I get it, I get it. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked about Little Davey.

Okay? Do whatever you gotta do.

It's none of my business.
Sorry I even asked.

Is someone gonna tell me why I'm here?

Business first. Oh, I like that.

There's a guy up in Ventura. [sniffles]

His name is Greenblatt,
Stanley Greenblatt,

and he needs to have an accident.

-What kind of accident?
-Your kind of accident.

Job is a piece of cake.
Okay, guy lives alone.

He's, like, 100 years old.

Ah, ah, ah. Here they are.

Lola said that you're a connoisseur.

You're gonna like these.
These are Cohibas. Hand-rolled.

Sweet.

You know, I was wondering,

are these things gonna taste
as good when they're legal?

Know what I mean?

[sucking]

Hey, you, uh…

You don't cut off the tip?

Nah. Nah, that's too easy.

[sucking]

Go…

This Greenblatt guy… what'd he do?

-Lola said you didn't ask any questions.
-Why would she say that?

That's another question. What…

Look, my uncle says do it,
you put this old guy down.

Okay, that's the job.
That's all you need to know.

-What…
-Shh.

It doesn't make sense.

This guy's a nobody.
Stanley Greenblatt, 75 years old.

It's his birthday today, actually.

He's a retired UPS driver. He lives alone.
He's a widower.

He's got one son, one daughter.

Son died last year.

-And?
-And nothing.

Guy's never been arrested.
There's no mob connection whatsoever.

As far as we know,
he's never even met Jimmy Barlowe.

[Disher] So then why does Barlowe
want him dead?

And why would he pay somebody
80 grand to do it?

Maybe it's an insurance scam.

Doesn't track. The guy's not insured
by anyone for anything.

He's broke, living on a fixed income.

Jimmy B. never said anything
about why he wanted him killed?

No.

Agent Stone, can we go home now?
Mr. Monk did everything you said.

This has been really hard on him.

He has trouble enough just being himself.

I appreciate that, Miss Teeger.
I really do.

But we don't have the whole picture yet.

Right? Who's Stanley Greenblatt?
Why is there a contract on him?

I mean, until we know that,
our job's not done here.

It won't take much longer.
Just a day or two.

What do you think? Can you keep going?

[sighing]

Randy and I can check out
the old man for you.

[Stone] Sure, I appreciate that.
Thank you.

Get outta here, both of you!
I'm gonna call the police!

Mr. Greenblatt, we are the police.
We're here to help you.

I don't need your help.
Just leave me alone.

-Sir, we think you might be in danger.
-I don't give a damn what you think!

Would you get out of my house?

Have you ever seen this man before?

His name's Jimmy Barlowe,
also known as Mad Jimmy.

He owns a couple of casinos in Reno.

I never heard of him, okay?

You satisfied?

-Well, he knows you.
-I don't give a damn who knows me.

Why don't you people just leave me alone?
You're gonna give me a heart attack.

Hey. Sir, we can protect you.
We can put you in a safe house.

Oh, no, I'm not going anywhere,
not with you or anyone.

-Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
-Yeah, I think he wants us to leave.

-You think?
-[screaming]

Ow!

[shouting indistinctly]

-Jeez.
-Stanley, we're leaving.

Why would Jimmy Barlowe
want to kill this guy?

Maybe he met him.

-You okay?
-I'm all right.

That must have stung.

[indistinct chatter]

Frankie, how's it look?

How's what look?

The job. The old man.

How are you gonna get in?

I don't know. I haven't seen the house.

-You haven't even cased the joint yet?
-No.

-What the hell you been doing?
-Relax, Lenny.

This is the way he works. He's methodical.

Adrian!

Adrian.

Adrian?

Adrian.

Adrian.

Adrian.

Adrian.

Adrian, Adrian, Adrian.

Adrian?

Adrian?

I thought that was you.

Are you on vacation too?

I didn't think you ever left
San Francisco.

I didn't think you ever left
your living room.

Isn't this weather amazing?

You don't even have to check
the weather report.

Every day is 78 and sunny.
It's like paradise.

Harold Krenshaw. How you doing?

How do you guys know Adrian?

I'm sorry, pal. You got the wrong guy.

Do I look like an Adrian?
You believe this guy?

-Adrian, what are you doing?
-Hey, pal.

You're making a mistake.

Now you got a decision to make.

You want to be in the papers tomorrow
in the obituary section… section D?

You made a mistake. Go home.

Do it.

-Ow.
-Do it.

Ow, I'm sorry. I thought
that you were somebody else.

-Bye.
-Ow!

What the hell are you looking at?

Finish your Shirley Temple.

What'd I tell you, huh?

Let's get the check. I lost my appetite.

Still wearing the suit, huh?

Didn't get a chance to change?

Why should I change? This coffee's cold.
It tastes like B.M.

-It's iced tea.
-Well, warm it up.

-So, you want tea?
-No. I want warm iced tea.

Okay, that's it. We're pulling the plug.
This operation is over.

-Yeah, I think you're right.
-What? What are you talking about?

I'm not quitting now. Why should I?
I'm in the zone. I'm Frankie DePalma.

No, you're not. Monk, you're in too deep.

I've seen it happen before.
Even real cops, when they go undercover,

-they get their wires crossed.
-Whoa.

What do you mean, "even real cops"?

-That's not what I meant to say.
-I'm not quitting.

I'm in too far to quit now.
Look, we're close.

We have the who. All we need is the why.

Right? Why do they want to kill
the old guy?

-You know what, we're calling Dr. Bell.
-Why?

Because you're enjoying this way too much.

I think you like scaring people.

I think you've been so repressed
and powerless for so many years,

it's just gushing out of you.

You are not yourself.

Or maybe you're meeting
the real me for the first time.

Mr. Monk, that was Harold Krenshaw
you were pushing around this morning.

Okay, look, I'm in charge. It's my call.

-We're pulling the plug.
-You can't stop me.

You can't keep me here.

I'm gonna finish what I started
with you or without you.

Monk… sit down.

Get out of my way, Leland.

I'll be in touch.

Now, who the hell was that?

[knocking at door]

[knocking at door]

Hello?

Oh.

Hmm, I knew you'd come.
Like a moth to a flame.

How did it go?

-What, you didn't kill him?
-Not yet.

Why not? Was there a problem?

Frankie, you give your word
to Jimmy Barlowe,

you damn well better keep it.

I'm not whacking anybody until I know why.

Who is this guy Greenblatt
and why is he so important?

Since when do you care?

Did you forget what you said
to me in Barcelona?

The minute you start asking why,
it's time to get out.

I don't want to talk about Barcelona.
It's ancient history.

Well, that's what I've been trying
to tell you.

Does Natalie know you're here?

Is she ancient history too?

I was just getting ready for bed.

You want to do my legs?

No more games, Lola.
Who is Stanley Greenblatt?

I need to know.

Fine. Frankie, you win. I'll tell you.

But you need to come and sit with me.

[scoffs]

The room might be bugged.

Closer.

-I don't know.
-[groans]

Who are you?

You know who I am.

I'm Fr… Adrian.

-DePal-Monk.
-What?

I'm Adrian.

Wait a second. No, no, no.
I'm confused here.

[breathing shakily]

What's going on? Are you okay?

You're acting like you're,
like, hypnotized or something.

-[knocking]
-[man] Lola.

Great. Stay.

-[knocking at door]
-Hold on.

-Hey, what's going on?
-You seen Frankie?

Yeah, he's over there. I think.

I've been looking all over for you.

[swishing water]

What are you doing?

I'm rinsing.

[sighs]

Uncle Jimmy's furious, okay?

He says no more excuses.
He wants the old man dead tonight.

We're sick and tired of waiting
for his funeral, you know?

No, tonight, no.

No, sorry. Tonight's no good.

Here's the thing. I made other plans.

I'm whacking somebody else
in Pasadena later.

I already bought the bullet, so…

Jimmy said if you don't do it
or you can't do it… then I get the gig.

So what's it gonna be,
you want the job or not?

Then let's get this done.

We… we're gonna have to go
out through the basement.

I saw some guy in the lobby.
I think he might be a cop.

We'll take my car.

It's okay. You stay here.
I'll take care of the old man.

I'll whack him,
and I'll call you when it's over.

No, no, no, no, no.
Jimmy wants me to go along.

He insisted actually.

Looks like, uh, we're gonna be a team.

Okay.

-What's the problem?
-I don't like it.

It's too quiet.

What do you mean, it's too quiet?
Quiet is a good thing.

You want a parade? Come on, let's do this.

I just remembered. I forgot my gun.
It's my lucky gun.

What do you need a gun for?
It's supposed to look like an accident.

Right. Okay.

I'll go in. You stay out here.
You stay by the car. I need a lookout.

You see somebody, you honk the horn.

Yeah, okay.

[tense music playing]

Mr. Greenblatt?

Hello?

Stanley, my name is Adrian Monk.
I'm with the police.

Mr. Greenblatt?

Hello?

Mr. Greenblatt?

Oh, my God.

-He dead?
-Heart attack.

Hey…

We got lucky.

Captain, do you have a minute?
Mr. Monk would like to say something.

[Monk] Sorry.

Mr. Monk, you have to do it in person.

-I'm sorry.
-[Natalie] Show him the card.

Go ahead, read it.

"I was 'udderly' wrong."

It's a cow.

Udders.

"I'm sorry if I upset you.
Please give me another chance."

"I would hate for my careless gesture

to spoil our fine romance."

It's the only one they had.

Thank you, Monk.

I realize how hard this must
have been for you

to have Natalie buy it for you.

Okay, I bought it,
but Mr. Monk paid for it.

Or he will.

The point is he knows he went too far,
and he feels terrible.

He'd never had that kind of power before.

It was like a drug. It went to his head.
But he learned his lesson.

Why don't you tell the Captain
what you learned?

I'm not a tough guy.

-Sure you are.
-I don't think so.

Monk… you are one
of the toughest guys I know.

-No.
-You just don't advertise it.

But it's in you. It's buried deep down.

You fooled all those wiseguys, didn't you?

You couldn't have done that
unless it was in you.

And you stood up to me.

-I'm proud of you, man.
-I don't feel it.

I had it.

I had it for one day, but it's gone.

It's not gone. It's there.

When the chips are down
and it really matters…

you'll find it.

What happened to Jimmy Barlowe?

Nothing. We can't touch him.
Technically, there was no crime committed.

-But Mr. Greenblatt…
-Died of natural causes.

There was no murder.
No cash changed hands.

I just talked to Agent Stone.
The case is closed.

I still don't understand.
Why would the mob want to kill him?

Nobody knows. Probably never will.

So that's it.

Hey, thanks for the card.

I'll put it with my collection.

-Those are nice. From your boys?
-Yep.

[sniffs]

Two birthday cards

from your sons.

That's right.

They both sent you a card.

-That's right.
-You have two children.

So you got two cards.

You know, Monk, not saying anything
is always an option.

Leland, when I was in Greenblatt's house,

he had two birthday cards on his mantle.

They both said, "Happy birthday, Dad."

There were two cards.

What does that mean, two cards?

You were right.
I don't know how we missed it.

Greenblatt's son, Alvin,
the one who died last year,

he worked part-time for one
of Jimmy Barlowe's casinos.

-They never found a body.
-[Stone] That's right.

He drowned near Catalina.
There was no body.

Someone want to tell me what's going on?

Alvin Greenblatt is alive.

We're thinking he stole
some money from the casino

and then faked his own death.

He's alive? Are we sure about this?

Well, he sent his dad
a birthday card last week.

Lenny said that they were "tired
of waiting for the old man's funeral."

This wasn't about Stanley Greenblatt.
It never was.

-It was about his son.
-Been looking for Alvin for a year.

That's why they wanted Stanley dead.

They were trying to lure
his son out of hiding.

They figured he wouldn't miss
his father's funeral.

-[Stone] So he's here?
-[Stottlemeyer] I don't see Alvin.

Nobody's here.
Why am I not surprised? [sighs]

I think we're too late.

-Maybe they picked him up at the airport.
-Great.

[sobbing]

I been waiting a year and a half for this.

-Where's my money, you son of a bitch?
-I don't…

Okay, okay! I'll tell you. I've got it.
It's… I buried it.

It's in my attic under some floorboards.

Hey, Alvin, I got some bad news for you.

I believe you.

[Alvin whimpers]

[chuckles] Kill him.

-No, God.
-Is this a private party?

Frankie, I thought you left town.

-What are you wearing?
-Chanel No. 5. What are you wearing?

What?

I figured out what was going on.

I put two and two together.
This is Greenblatt's kid, right?

-What's he into you for?
-Seven hundred grand.

But we got what we need.
We're gonna finish it.

Let me do it.

Give me the gun.

-Why? What for?
-I'm a professional, all right?

Hey, I got a reputation.

His old man keeled over
ten minutes before I got there.

I felt like a fool. It pissed me off.

Let me do it, no charge.

On the house, for my own peace of mind.

I just want to put
this kid ten feet under.

-You mean six feet under.
-Whatever you want.

I prefer ten. It's up to you.
Give me the gun.

-No, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do it.
-Give me the gun.

Lenny…

Leonard.

Give me the gun.

Okay, fine, you do it.

No, don't!

Don't! [sobbing]

Nobody move! Don't move.

FBI!

-Get 'em up.
-Let me see your hands!

I told you this guy wasn't right!
I knew it!

I told you. You had it in you all along.

Mr. Monk, are you all right?
I was so scared.

You and me both.

Great job, Monk.

Frankie DePalma.

You're the dead man.

Actually, he's been dead since Friday.

I knew you wasn't right.

[Monk] What do you think? I mean, just…

It's just making so much ice.
It won't stop making ice.

Yeah, I understand.
If you could back up a little.

Yeah, okay, here it is.

Yeah, the shut-off thingy broke off.
I think I got one in my truck.

-I can fix it for you right now.
-Great.

-It'll cost you 200.
-It's not even a week old.

-There must be some kind of warranty.
-Normally, yes.

But it wasn't hooked up correctly,
so it's all been voided.

But you hooked it up.
You hooked it up last week.

-You want me to fix it or not?
-Oh, you're gonna fix it.

-And you're gonna fix it for free.
-I don't think so.

You're gonna fix it… for free.

Not… gonna… happen.

[dramatic music playing]

You know what, I, uh…

Yeah, I think you're right.
You know, I'm sure it's still covered.

I'll go get that part.

Hey.

-I still got it.
-Yeah, you still got it.

[theme music playing]